Doha, Qatar

I think I'm racist because I went to Qatar with lots of inaccurate ideas and misconceptions. I blame TripAdvisor. I was initially afraid of doing anything without my husband. I was inexplicably surprised when Qatari natives revealed their love for Game of Thrones, or played Zayn in cars, homes, and public spaces. The main observable differences between Qataris and Clevelanders are that Qataris are far wealthier, have better roads and eyebrows, and I.M Pei actually likes them. Embarrassingly, I asked some people if they would "get in trouble" for taking a picture with me, and assumed Qatari women weren't allowed to drive. All met my ignorance with remarkable forbearance. "I'm not Amish," one friend said matter-of-factly. "The camera's not going to steal my soul!" People constantly had to remind me this wasn't Saudi Arabia. "I can drive. I just hate driving in Doha traffic," a female friend explained, pulling a flaçon of Chanel perfume from her 3.55. She spritzed both our wrists- mine and hers- before shuffling away, Hermès sandals peeking out under an intricately beaded abaya.

Our friends insisted on paying for everything, displaying true Arabian hospitality. They took time out of their day to visit the stunning Ibn Tulun-inspired Museum of Islamic Art with us, share a traditional Persian meal at Shebestan, and sip delicious karak tea on a sand dune. They joked about their nationwide weight issues. I got the impression that not eating meat or gluten struck some as strange, but everyone knew my deal- clean pan, no wheat, barley, or rye- so I ate gluten-free and vegan without any trouble. Recently, a 24 year old even opened Evergreen Organics, Qatar's first vegan cafe.

My husband used to live in Abu Dhabi, and we've both traveled the Middle East separately, but nothing could prepare us for the sheer luxury of Qatar. I can't compare it to any place I've ever been. They speak casually of routine plastic surgeries and get regular massages at the Four Seasons. They layer the latest runway fashions under hijab. "This is our great chess game," one Qatari commented. "White thoub for men, black for women."

Unlike other emirates, it seems Qatar imports less Western institutions, preferring to establish their own museums and icons while buying up buildings, fashion houses, department stores, and sports teams instead. For art and architecture lovers, Doha is heaven. I'm used to roads or complexes built with cheap materials by the lowest bidder. Everything in Doha was designed by the best architects and structural engineers, made from the finest quality granite, marble, and sandstone. Whenever I finished a glass of water, someone arrived immediately to replace it with a fresh one. No expense was spared, except when it came to imported labor. Each morning I watched Nepalese migrants dangle from skyscrapers in searing heat. White tourists decried FIFA death tolls. After talking joloff rice and Twi with a Rastafarian driver from Accra, he told us about difficult working conditions and how much he wanted to go home.

By contrast, many never want to leave. Though their mothers didn't wear abaya, the women I spoke to were proud to have masters degrees, be PhD candidates, and earn positions only men held before, as well as higher salaries than their male counterparts. When I asked a friend if she'd ever move to one of the many countries she frequently traveled to, she shook her head no. "I love the Gulf," she said resolutely.

High temperatures and an astonishing number of cars mean you'll mostly see expats and immigrants walking around Doha, and only for short distances. Qatar's vision for 2030 involves pedestrian friendly development (such as the Pearl, where I think all the expats live), an advanced public transport system (completing Phase 1 by 2019) and zero waste initiatives like composters, solar compactors, and refillable water bottle systems. Even now, trash is separated by recyclables, compostables, and landfill waste, though I heard that all trash gets collected into a single truck, presumably headed to the same place. I was shocked when I saw how perfectly green the grass was and how many sprinklers ran each day.

Qatar is focusing more on indigenous plants and installing rooftop gardens to reduce dependence on air conditioning. They need to tackle overly salinated water and environmental damage caused by oil spills, and some Qatari are upset about city planning decisions made by non-natives. "They should use the colors of the desert. It would be so much better if they relied on the expertise of people who actually grew up here," one commented. However, their aspirations are sound. It takes time to change culture and behaviors, especially in a place where development happened so rapidly. "Our grandparents had slaves. You can't get Qataris to live in apartment buildings," my friend explained. Currently, carbon emissions don't seem to be a big motivator, but being a world leader in sustainability does.

By the way, the Qatari royal family is fascinating. First of all, it seems like all Qataris know them personally. The Emir goes to Souq Waqif every Friday and it's fun seeing their beautiful stallions and falcons. Secondly, the Sheikhas are so powerful and beautiful. Some people criticize how Sheikha Mozah wears exclusively haute couture with her turbans, instead of mixing it up with high street items like Kate Middleton. But I love her uncompromising style. If I had seven kids, and accomplished everything she did while staying that slim, you better believe I'd wear nothing but Dior.

Sheikha Al Mayassa is equally intriguing. Perhaps the most influential person in the art world, she commissioned Jean Nouvel to design the new Qatar National Museum. It's not even finished and already looks amazing, like veined flower petals sprawled across the Doha coastline. Once completed, the museum will feature an indigenous plant garden, cinema, research laboratories, and cultural food hall in addition to galleries.

GLUTEN FREE, VEGAN DOHA

W Doha| Great location and gluten-free friendly restaurants frequented by native Qataris. Gluten free pasta, cakes, and afternoon tea available (the Ritz also does gluten-free high tea), and I loved the matcha sundae and cocktails at Spice Market | www.whoteldoha.com

Museum of Islamic Art and Park | The highlight of our trip. Expertly lit artifacts from Italy, Spain, Turkey, Iran, China and India; an Alain Ducasse restaurant, gluten free / vegan café (I had a lychee, lemongrass, coconut and saffron tapioca pudding with a saffron-mango smoothie), fantastic library, nighttime marketplace, and Richard Serra's 7. I like that Qataris work there, and they are all really friendly and welcoming. The Qajar exposition showed conceptions of beauty in the Iranian dynasty- women drew unibrows and mustaches on to be more attractive! We later saw Bach's Brandenburg Concerto in the auditorium. The acoustics and ensemble were amazing. | www.mia.org.qa

Souq Waqif and Doha Islamic Center| I didn't like the Souq much because I hate shopping and saw lots of cute cats in cages and wanted them all. But Qataris recommend going in the evening. It's nice to see live traditional music, falcons, and Arabian horses. The spire of the Doha Islamic Center (across the street) is a beautiful addition to the city skyline. We walked along Al Corniche afterwards, watching lights twinkle over the waterfront | www.souq-waqif-doha.com and www.fanar.gov.qa

Red Velvet Cupcakery| After Katara Beach, the Chinese silk exhibition, or a visit to the theater at Katara Cultural Center, sample incredible, richly frosted gluten-free vegan cupcakes on the terrace of this bakery. I particularly enjoyed how they played Taylor Swift's "Teardrops on My Guitar" when I visited | www.redvelvetdoha.com

Shebestan Palace| Famous traditional Persian restaurant for gluten-free dishes like delicious ash, khoresht, sholeh zard, and more. We were the only tourists!

I could go on and on about the architecture- Aspire Tower, the Burj Qatar, Tom Otterness' sculptures and playgrounds in Hamad International Airport, the curvatures of which mimic the dunes- even lamp posts covered in Arabic script lit like lapis lazuli at night. But instead I'll just tell you about the Yemeni man who picked us up in his tricked out, custom Land Rover, painted to match the sand. We had the best time together. As we balanced precariously on the edge of a desert canyon 60 meters high, we sang Justin Bieber songs, and he told us all about his devoutly Christian, Filipino wife.

"Americans think they can see the desert themselves, but we find them stuck after five, six hours, all the time. They just see a mass of sand. We see five or six roads that we memorize. And the desert changes everyday." He handed us mugs of Karakh tea his wife made. "When I first told my mother and father I was marrying a Filipino woman, they asked, what about the children? I said, what about them? The children will be beautiful! The mixed features will be extremely cute!" He told us about shopping for jeans while dating a foreigner in his pre-gastric bypass days, and said that if he bought anything that wasn't pink for his pregnant wife, "She would kill me." He explained, "Today, everything is the opposite of what it once was. Here, a husband is like the President, and the wife is like Congress. The wife controls the husband." Some of his friends abandoned him when he broke tradition by marrying a Christian, he said, including his best friend from childhood. And his family? "They fell in love with her too. My mother likes to rest her head on my wife's stomach, just listening to the baby. They can't imagine their lives without her now. She lights up the whole house."

WHAT I PACKED

As always, I brought only secondhand items, including lightweight J Brand Maria and Photoready 811 jeans to keep my knees covered and protect my legs from sand. Denim also provides protection when hiking through mangroves or riding 4x4s in the desert. The sleeves on my linen Etoile Isabel Marant Keiran and Tom shirts covered my elbows, a requirement for women on Katara Beach. I also packed two white tank tops (secondhand 2x1 rib u-neck American Apparel, which I think they don't make anymore) and a pocket v-neck cotton t-shirt (thrifted Madewell). Bikinis are fine in hotels and the Arabian Sea, but I made sure my red Dior dress covered my knees for fancy dinners. In spring and summer, bring espadrilles or leather sandals- sand shakes out of them easily, and they breathe better than sneakers. Women in Qatar are very fashion conscious, wearing the prettiest heels under abayas. Secondhand Louboutins were perfect, even with jeans and a t-shirt, for nights out. I saw lots of tourists respectfully dressed and way more stylish in cotton midi dresses with linen button-downs tied on top (like this), or silky jumpsuits covering everything from elbows to ankles. Basically, wear natural fabrics and make sure your shoulders and knees aren't exposed. I promise you'll be comfortable even in blistering heat.

7 comments:

Oh wow thank you thank you for this post. I can imagine just how stunningly gorgeous and luxurious it all is there. But I think like you mentioned life is good in the gulf (or anyway in the world really) if you are rich. I'm not familiar w/ Qatar, I only know of Sheika (through pictures only) and a customer of mine in retail days that was from Venezuela but worked in Qatar for an oil company.

I probably would have went crazy over the monoliths in the desert, wishing for my own kubrik/charles jourdan/guy bourdin moment. What is it? And I'm glad you like sholeh zard, it is so good. The older I've gotten the more I appreciate persian food.

I was just reading about your UAE trip and looking at your beautiful pictures yesterday! How funny someone you know knew them. The monoliths were Richard Serra's sculptures, I think they shipped in steel plates from Germany and he had to contend with sandstorms the whole time he put them in the desert. Oh I love Persian food. For a gluten free person it is perfect. I love eggplants so it makes sense I would like it!

Oh no I don't "know" them, I just know OF them to the extent that she is super glam & looks like sophia loren. Beyond that I don't know anything about the royal family and I prefer to keep it that way. My mom being Persian she has strong feelings about Arab govt/royalty/etc... And I can appreciate being in the uber rich Gulf being that I am an American as long as one does not get too deep into it. But my Mom on the other hand can't stand being over there too long because she sees it from a different set of experience and can "see through the bull" so to speak. I can't explain it as well as she does, because I don't have her experience.

She does look like Sophia Loren! You're right. From the people I've met from the Middle East, it seems many have strong feelings, even prejudices, about neighboring countries that they're not afraid to express. I guess it's the same as Americans being prejudiced against Mexicans :( I can't imagine what it must be like for your Mom to be over there. Every time I tell someone Arab about my Iranian-Jordanian friend, they are completely shocked. To me, it seems totally normal because I can't see it through their eyes.

Looks like you had a fantastic trip! I'm so impressed as a GF zero-waster you managed to do all that there! I usually have horrific coeliac problems in the Middle East, and I can't even dream of trying to produce no trash there.

The rich GCC states always irk me a bit, I guess I can't get past the fact that so much of the opulence is founded on essentially slave labour. But still, the Gulf Arabs (and actually Middle Easterners in general) can be some of the most truly hospitable and cosmopolitan people on the planet. :)

Yes the hospitality was incredible! I actually found the no trash not difficult, because everything is on real cutlery and in real glasses and mugs with cloth napkins. Maybe in a country as rich as that, disposables are perceived as cheap? I don't know. Straws were the only real problem, and of course so was the issue of trying to keep my water glass for refills instead of getting a fresh one! I'm sorry to hear about your celiac problems :( I think maybe if I visited a few years earlier I might have had issues. Now, everyone knows about celiac disease. I found I could- for lack of a better word- "overlook" the slave labor because, well, the country I'm from was founded on slave labor, and still relies on what are essentially slaves and human trafficking is still a very real monstrosity in the US. But, I can't think of any other country that isn't founded on slavery. You might find this interesting: http://slaveryfootprint.org/ I was so shocked to find out, I think I had 8-10 slaves working for me. It was very eye opening!